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Thursday, 23 September 2010

I am the grandson of a sailor

Anchor sketch.

''They threw a rope around yer neck
To watch you dance the jig of death
Then left ya for the starvin' crows
Hoverin' like hungry whores
One flew down plucked out yer eye
The other he had in his sights
Ya snarled at him, said leave me be
I need the bugger so I can see''

Salty Dog

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